A guy walks into a bar with a German Shepherd and takes a seat. The bartender says, “you can’t bring a dog in here, sir.”
The man replies, “but this dog is special. He’s a talking dog.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard this one. You’re going to ask him a baseball question and he’s going to say “Ruth,” I bet.
“No.”
“Okay, you’ll ask him to describe sandpaper and he’ll say “rough,” right? I’m onto you here.
The man says to the dog, “tell him what you know, Champ.”
The dog looks at the bartender and says “Epstein didn’t kill himself.”
Champ, The Talking Dog
Champ, The Talking Dog
What the what?
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Ha!
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